The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-01-14

not prepared his daughter for such ar
bitrary measures, and she continued
to meet her lover secretly whenever
she was able to do so.
One meeting in the park near the
house was witnessed by her father, and
SO incensed was he by this open def
ance of all his commands, that he or
dered the brave young sailor from his
grounds, using the harshest language
Rose returned to the house, locked
herself into her room, and was soon
convulsed with perfect passion OF
tears; for under her sweet and charm
ing exterior, she had will that was
just as strong and unsubdued as her
fathers.
In subsequent interviews with her
father, she vowed she never
could or would forget Charles
Ashton. Not all the affection she
bore her father, not all the remem.
brance OF his kindness and love, would
prevent her meeting her lover when
ever an opportunity was found. He
we'll knew that the young man was of
honorable birth and good position,
but he could not giveup the early plans
he had formed for herfuture.
After weeks OF fruitless argument
withhis daughter, itsuddenly occurred
to him to send her to his brother, our
Squire Cushman, in America.
1t seemed in those days a long Jour-
ney to an almost unknown land, but
her father thought q few months in n
STANCE country would tame his self
willed daughter, and that before win
ter he would JON her, visit his beloved
brother, and another year would find
Rose willing to return and comply
with his wishes.
OF course we could not know how
Rose bore the announcement of her
exile, nor did we know till long after,
that she contrived to write her lover
q sorrowful letter of farewell, telling
him her destination, and the cruel
sentence OF punishment she was willing
to bear for his sake.
need hardly say that all the young
folks sympathized with Rose, and
many OF the girls longed to make her
acquaintance, and learn from her own
lips the story of her unfortunate love
affair.
The old people, however, thought
she merited u severe punishment for
daring to defy her father, and the
minister even preached asermon soon
after her arrival, in which sternae-
buke was administered to those who
failed to ''Honor their fathers and
mothers"
Rose was equally unmoved by the
admonitions OF the minister, or even
the looks OF sympathy that were Civ
en- her by the young folks.
The Squire did all in his power to
make the visit agreeable, even relax
ing his habitual reserve, and inviting
all the young people in the neighbor-
hood to his house to be introduced
to his niece.
Although Rose was very sweet and
gracious to all her guests, no one be-
came at all familiar with her, and fl
nally all attempts at intimacy ceased,
and she was left to the companion
ship OF her uncle and her old nurse.
She spent great part OF her time
on the beach reading, or stretched up
on the sand, her head on her nurses
lap, conversing with her in low tones,
or dreaming day dreams OF her home
and her lover.
In the summer evenings the hard
sand WAS the promenade OF the village.
Rose walked apart from all the rest,
with her eyes fixed on the sea, it's rip
pling waves gilt by the moonbeams,
hearing perhaps in the breakers that
dashed upon the distant rocks, q mes
sage from other lands.
But active preparations for war soon
banished all minor topics. The
young men were getting ready to Join
their ships; privateers were being fitted
out, and the whole country was wild
with excitement.
Our village became almost deserted.
Every vessel Of any size was manned
and equipped wiuh guns and
ammunition, and sent out to
meet the enemy, and all the poor
wives and mothers could do was to
watch and wait at home. News traw-
elled slowly in those days, and tidings
OF defeat or victory seemed long in
coming.
Often we climbed the hill and from
the church tower scanned the horizon
for glimpse OF some man-of-war, for
we lived in constant fear that our
town, like many Others on the coast,
might be invaded by the enemy. But
though we often saw large ships pass
ing, and, once heard the sound OF dis
tant cannonading, we were left in
peace.
And 50 the summer passed; its
weary weeks of watching and
wole away; the line storm
visited us With all it's fury,
and then came the mild and sunny In
dian summer, the days OF soft delight,
when all nature seems in dreamy,
quiet mood giving us q gentle smile,
before old winter, with raging elements,
comes to bind her with his icy fetters.
About the middle of October a
watcher on the hill saw q man -of-war
for our harbor. He gazed
with almost hreathess anxiety until
with his glass he described the English
flag at her mast. Then he rushed down
the steep road into the main street
"The British are coming! Saveyour-
selves!"
All at once was noise and confus.
ion. The men left their work. the
women torsook their spinning wheels,
and all ran to the beach or to the
wharvcs.
eyes, it was true; she had anchored
outside the harbor, and too large to
enter herself, we could see large boat
just leaving her filled with men, who
would probably land and plunder, per-
haps burn our village. Resistance
was useless, for the ship could easily
shell the whole town, lying as she did
at the mouth of the harbor, but little
more than mile away.
1t had been planned long before that
in case OF invasion the people should
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